Waiting

            So, I guess I don’t know what age tends to read this blog, but I want to give a warning that this is about abstinence and sex. So, heads up….?

 

            Okay, so I finally read a blog a couple of my male friends posted: http://themattwalshblog.com/2013/11/09/abstinence-is-unrealistic-and-old-fashioned/ It’s got some real nuggets of truth in it, but it also has some real negative, shaming remarks.
            I kind of feel like it should be mentioned that except for Adam and Eve, it probably has been a struggle for marriages to stay sacred. Our culture has just tried to remove the stigma from it. There have been prostitutes, cheating spouses, and relationship drama for thousands of years. It’s always been more acceptable for men to “play the field” than women, but that doesn’t mean it has ever been a wise choice. Read about David or Solomon in the Bible, and you might not want to have multiple wives any more (It leads to way too many children too). If we really wanted to keep things simple, the best way to do that is to wait for someone who deserves you and who is committed to you (meaning marriage).
            I am a virgin, but I can imagine wondering and having doubts about if I had slept with a guy. Was I good enough? What happens now? What if I get pregnant?
            Also as a virgin, I can understand the frustration of waiting. Losing virginity sometimes sounds like this big, scary thing. What if it doesn’t go smoothly? Sometimes it seems like the not knowing how it will be is the worst. But that’s just a reminder that I want the man I give my virginity to the man who I know loves me and will never leave me. It seems much less scary and awkward if I have that to rely on.
            So, how do we stay away from all the sex in this culture? I have no idea! The best solution I have found is to just be too busy with other stuff (Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise. –Philippians 4:8). What you put in front of you (through movies, books, TV, ads, etc.) really does make a difference.
            Keep waiting and trusting that one day it is totally going to be worth the wait.

My thoughts today

            Grrr! Grumble, grumble, grumble! NaNoWriMo started off pretty well. There was even a day I wrote 2,600 words. I the past five days I have written a total of 1,812. It isn’t writer’s block—I’m actually at a pretty exciting part. I have been thinking about this scene for over a year. I’m not afraid I’ll get it wrong or that it’s too big.
            I don’t feel like a writer. And the oddest part of that: the only thing I do need to do to feel like a writer is to write! Writers write. No amount of coffee, tea, or pinning writing inspiration else will make me feel like writer than just writing would.
            Instead of writing, I want to have an adventure! My life seems so small right now. I want to do something for the first time (there’s plenty I haven’t done). I want to get my hands dirty. I want to be awed. But I can’t think for the life of me what I want to do for the first time (Well, I can. But they aren’t things I can do right now with where I am in life…). I need a good jump—a risk to take that for better or worse will give me inspiration. Close my eyes. Spread my arms. Fall.

She opened the old book

Look, creative writing! Yay. Right? Can I get a yay...?

 She opened the old book. The binding cracked and dust lifted and dances in the candle light. It was filled with runes she was not familiar with, but as she looked the runes rearranged themselves into her native language.
That should have been exciting enough to make her want to read the book, but she was a slow reader. She hated reading. The only thing worse than reading was reading out loud in front of the class. She could feel every eye on her, judging her for taking forever.
Instead of reading, she turned the pages until she came across a picture. It was an engraving depicting a woman in a fancy dress with a surprised look on her face. The caption was short enough that she read it, "The queen leans forward, lifts a finger, as if to say beware!"
Ugh. Being alone in a spooky tunnel with an old book wasn't going to help her find her group back. Why couldn't she have been separates with Greg? That kid liked to read. He probably would have read an old book like this for fun on weekends. The thicker the book the better.
She turned a few more pages until she came across a map. She wasn't very good at maps either, but at least it wasn't a page filled with words. Then again, she would have loved to see the words "You are here" on the map.